tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50772312011-04-21T16:47:24.708-07:00It was the start; the beginning of the words. The outpour was sporadic but nevertheless the vision divine. Somewhere down the road they became the goal and the journey. And now here they speak..Anitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979233087322199017noreply@blogger.comBlogger701100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5077231.post-1152883195291285632006-07-14T06:18:00.000-07:002006-07-14T06:19:55.300-07:00

A poem and some random musings. Read the post here.

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Constant renewal is important. And with a renewed spirit comes a new Blogging interface. For a long time I have wanted to move my blog to Wordpress, primarily because I believe in open source. But I am so attached to Blogger that I have decided to keep both blogs alive. My wordpress blog '26 letters and a talkative hand' is at https://anitasatyajit.wordpress.com/ . That blog will contain my

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22nd March was World Water Day. And though I wanted to post on that day, I was so caught up in reading the vast amount of information available on the net, that the post never got written. Today this finally post makes it on the blog. Does it really make a difference if one day of the year is designated as Water Day? Must not the thought of conserving water, avoiding waste, be a constant

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Its just March and Vashi ( Navi Mumbai, Maharashtra), where my family lives, already faces upto three hours of power-cuts everyday. My friend who lives in nearby Khargar announced that power-cuts would be further increased to 6 hours, as it currently is in areas such as Dombivili. Folks who have big homes and the budgets are putting in invertors. But what about people who cannot afford them?My

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Everything seems mammoth; the streets, the backyard of the building, those adults that frowned when we made noise and the Jamun tree whose fruit we waited with bated breath for. Memories trickle by slowly as I recollect those innocent years, untouched by pessimism, free from greed, malice or ego. Ghatkopar a small bustling suburb of Bombay, where I once lived, today is a overburdened suburb,

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Power of Love ( POL) foundation, has been one of the organizations I most admire. Of course it may also have a lot to do with the fact that I was fortunate enough to meet and know Suresh Subramaniam, executive director of POL. He is one of the most gentle and yet fiercely passionate person I have known. Today I just browsed the POL website after long and realised how much they have been doing.

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Went to the balcony a few minutes ago when I heard high pitch giggles. I knew it our relative’s daughter. They happen to live in the same building as us. She and her best friend and other assorted kids her age (all of 6) usually run around the building during evenings, driving cycles, spinning tops, playing hide and seek or simply arguing with one another. Today these two girls were armed with a

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" Everyday 19 species disappear from the earth"Did you know this? I didnt. I saw it on an Ad in the Animal Planet. Wanna learn more? Go to One EarthHere are some more facts and tips: from their website:( in not so many words)Fact: For each new car made, we create 27 tons of waste. Tip- buy a used car and the most fuel efficient one in that category.Fact:Trash is our biggest product. Packaging

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A bunch of us at Writing in India recently started a discussion on libraries. And I couldn’t restrain myself and launched off an e-mail with fond memories of the Alameda County library I was a member of in Fremont. Am re- writing some of the contents of the e-mail here. US was boring , till I discovered the local county library at Fremont. In truth it was a library that quite literally saved my

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There is a cold wave sweeping across the north. I watch the temperature dropping every night in Kashmir. Srinagar moved from minus 4.6 degrees to – 5 degrees. How cold would it be in interior remote areas of Jammu. They showed a snapshot of Drass in NDTV. People said the snow comes upto the first floor of the houses and that smaller villages have no PDS or doctors.It is bad enough for them every

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Join your hands togetherGo on say a prayerUnlock all the burdens in your chestWith a breath and whisperSurrender them all aboveSomething exists not seenso learn to give and most importantly to receive.

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Just read Mridula’s piece about her trip to Goa on GoNomad. I and Sajju were planning on taking that very same YHAI trip, but never did.We both keep talking about travelling in India. But somehow all our time seems to just go in visiting family back home in Bombay and Pune. We travelled so much while we lived in the US. That’s the teeny bit trouble about living in India. I am so emotional about

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There is so much that inspires me. So many people that I see on the TV or read about or have had the fortune to meet. People who in their simple ways have created profound impacts.Recently on oprah, (an old rerun) they ran a show about women you must know. Featured it in was Sabriye Tenberken. Blinded at the age of 12, she stood as a stellar example of what moral fire can do. While studying for

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I was tempted to pick my diary up and just post something that was already there previously but I resisted my errant impulses. What is there in the diary, I already know. The joy of this blog is in me discovering the new words that pop out of my mind and err.. fingers as I sit and type. I never know whats coming next. It’s a game of cops and robbers. I wait and they don’t arrive. I sigh and pause

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There is no way to instil discipline in myself, is there? I don’t know what it will take to make me stick to regular blogging. A huge blog traffic maybe? Ha ha. But I love this. Though I do feel I am talking to myself, it’s a lovely release.I have been upto a lot in the past one month. Work has been a discovery with its ups and downs. Had a lovely week in Bombay for Diwali with family and friends

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I love sunsets. They fascinate me tremendously. It is nice to see something so bursting and blinding white, suddenly get all fiery red and then mellow down to a feisty orange and later a lovely golden yellow. Sometimes the sunsets are brooding against the grey of the clouds, but when the purples, pinks come they are joyous; such a variety. My balcony overlooks a concrete jungle. But its only

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In a nostalgic mood right now.. This is one of my favourite snaps. Taken a month after i went to the US, when i left husby dear and went to spend time with my brothers. To make up for my ache for the western ghats, they had organised a camping trip nearby on the shores of the Delware river, PA state. it was my first ever American camping experience,( you get to sleep in sleeping bags and have a

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Do you change with it?The answer for many is an obvious yes. But I beg to differ. It isn’t always so. When I got married and my life changed overnight, I wasn’t ready to change myself and accommodate everything new that life had brought to my doorsteps. I wasn’t ready for the new country, new city, new food habits, new lifestyle habits, new people, new prejudices, new fears and even new love. So

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buildings, roadways, waterways, natural wonders, holiday spots. resorts...are the titles of some travel programs telecast in the US. We remembered them a couple of days back and again marvelled at the fact that only occasionally did a place or two outside the USA, make its presence felt in that list. One honour the media there truly deserves, world's greatest ego! Or maybe I am being too bitchy.

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Thanks to : Travels to Bombay and Pune, increased work load, resumption of reading and sheer laziness.After making an unspoken vow for abstinence from blogging (was getting to addicted to reading blogs and trying to make mine look better!), I decided to finally get started again. Can’t really stay away from blogging for long.Quick updates:Am changing jobs to work with an NGO ( finally!) and I

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Discovered a couple of days back that my paper on ‘Communications for Development: Creating a Communications Strategy’, which was first published in my project Newsletter in the i4d magazine, is going to be republished in the Journal of Rural Development published by National Institute for Rural Development (NIRD). It is available online here. After more than a 100 published articles, this paper’

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On the Banjara Hills road which goes towards Hitech City, at Hyderabad, there is entertainment to occupy your attention while the traffic signal turns red. Some street children, some of them remarkably fair and beautiful (which makes Satya think they might be from up north), have taken to performing acrobatics on the street. They park themselves in front of vehicles as soon as the signal turns

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Dilip wrote,I commented: “Interesting that you should pose the same question that I and my friend have been arguing about on chat for the past hour.I dont think any layperson would take the trouble to let the media channel know, it has been playing dirty by reusing old footage. The ones who do will in all probability never find their letter featured on letters to editor or the channel.Ethics does

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On our way to work, we stopped by at the usual roadside garage to fill air in the tyres. The 10 year old boy, after giving me a leering look, proceeded to check and fill air. Though there is over Rs. 30 in change lying in varied purses back home, we struggled to rummage the needed change to give the boy. Three Rupee 1 coins and four, 25 paise coins were finally discovered and given to the boy.

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A conference I attended earlier this year was filled with people from varied backgrounds, all of whom were present to speak, share, talk and discuss their views and thoughts on gender and the information society. It was the first of the kind seminar that I had attended and was suitably impressed by much of the discussions and the people I met. I expressed my desire to many about contributing more

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Monsoon is when everyone including the rain is going bonkers. So much for my previous post gushing about the monsoon. My plans of going to Bombay tomorrow have literally been washed away. SOB… SOB.. Dad wait for me.. N don’t open those bags till I get there. If not for me at least for the sake of those chocolates craving to be eaten, god should have stopped the monsoon and cleared the way. Now

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When my heart goes bonkers, when it refuses to get bound by walls or any physical confines. Can I run around arms outstretched feeling each drop drench not only my body but every emotion, wipe clean the slate of life and mind? Crisp and cold, pleasing and teasing, making me lose myself, and disappear in these looming clouds. They don’t daunt me (at least not till lighting goes bonkers and starts

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cloth wrapped aroundunkempt, crushed, careless; lessto cover the shame, the indignitywhich is now worn unassuminglylike a dress itself.breast struggling to hidehairy legs streaked with brown dustrunning from vehicle to vehicle, signal to signalmarking the territoryfor the clink in the begging vesseleyes pleading, words repeatedan act mastered, spirit undefeatedexpressions ignored, sometimes

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Acceptance is everythingAnd my god how hard that isTo have the wisdom to acceptthings are they areSo much courage, and much of patienceWhich I am always short ofIf I can move above the "what it appears to be"To "what it is"I know then I am improving myselfAnd my journey with it-Jean YaoShe writes so well and spontaneously too. Often she casually ends up saying things which make so much meaning.

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Well it’s my word, my creation and hence I’ll define it. I checked in dictionary.com to ensure it doesn’t already exist. And it doesn’t! Hurray! (Please this maybe my only claim to fame and don’t put a damper on this lovely thought of mine). Feel free to pass it along freely though. But let it be remembered who first uttered it.But on second thoughts no one went famous for saying a word, except

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There. Finally even Satya has accepted that I am an idealist. I expect honesty and integrity and a dash of ethical behaviour in my area of work and workplace. More often than not this is unrealistic in today’s world!Increasingly I am offended and disturbed by what goes on in the name of Social Development. If I have to succeed I have to either suck up to everyone, or speak in a language no one

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Sometimes I feel my words are like a prostitute and I the pimp. They have to sell themselves to feed my tummy. But they haven’t gone out there in the world to hook, bait and entice from long. They now have no customers. Maybe they don’t know how to market themselves well and are thus without lovers. Behind the reckless façade, they are vulnerable to let themselves show for no one seems to

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I have been alternating between feeling thrilled at finally seeing monsoon arrive and getting irritated at the fate and state of the roads and infrastructure here in Hyderabad. What apathy! I am sometimes disturbed by all I see. Growing up in Bombay has its own disadvantages. I was at first very surprised to see wires run across from poles to buildings, outside roads, across roads, outside people

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Joyous Freedom: A child on a rooftop, running around in wide circles, face raised in expectation, arms outstretched, with palms welcoming the first drops of rain.That to me is joy unshackled and letting itself dance. Watching the boy in the neighboring building from my balcony yesterday, for a moment I was jealous. And then I was running with him, reveling in his happiness. Remembering my

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I can see the hummingbird,Trying to evoke nectar out of a dried leaf.Dried brown branches sticking out in all directionsGangly like a young boys legsOnly I see in some spots, green barkAssuring me appearance of youthful leaves.I can see the distant mountainsSwathed in comforting tickly grass.The bunch of green shrubs that grow in clumpsLike gossiping woman, heads togetherOnly I see the patches of

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Just wanted to write a quick note on all those I have known or seen over the years who have found the courage to do what it is that they truly feel passionate about. I have tremendous respect and admiration for those the people who follow their heart irrespective of what it may lead them to, who trust life and just sail on the ocean without fears or storms.I think the problem is with people like

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I’m reminded of those red hills that represented freedom; that let me run to them whenever I was assuaged by any emotion that I did not want to deal with or which overwhelmed me. I did not want anything holding me in captivity and so I chose to run whenever I could to those hills with its trees and leaves which often playfully stopped the sky from reaching me. Its fragrant earth is the most

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Wrote this in midst of a mind-numbing session. yeah got another nice quote on boredom i came up with. But that'll come later. Am not too pleased with the poem. it requires some tweaking. Anyways here goes.. Sometimes the raw first draft casts its spell on me and though i know it requires work, i hesitate to change it..Latest bollywood tune on his lipsSwishing the dust cloth , swaying hipsFeet

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19/8/02“Learn to love unconditionally. Love with conditions is merely appeasing your mind, love without rules is letting your soul rejoice.” I wrote this and then pondered about the nature of love. I first thought that the complexity of heart involved in loving someone was a quandary that solely afflicted those 20 or under. But little did I know that even grown ups who we think have mastered the

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When I feel like doing everything but what I am doing right now. And hence I did nothing that I was supposed to and did everythign else but that. Eh, understood? Thats quite how I am feeling. No logic, let go. Finally evening arrives and its time to go home. Just some sprinkling of poetry to spice up the sunset ( yes I am leaving when there is still light outside, Hurray!)yes is a pleasant

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Yipeee, I got book tagged! Just discovered about this latest blog phenomenon yesterday and the bug bit me today. Well Percy, you didn’t catch me by surprise. I am quite thrilled about writing down this stuff, but it’s also a challenge. Even studying for accounts in my final year was easier. People you cant list your top 5 books. Can I list authors instead? Hmm I need time to compile this stuff. (

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I wish I could wrap cotton candy around my eyes and see a sweet sugary world, where all is well. Often I tell myself that suffering is normal that it’s the way things are meant to be and then question myself about why do we have smiles in our lives then. Why the pleasure if pain is the reality. Then I remind myself we need the pain to understand and appreciate smiles. One moment of joy can

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Sairam with his fav pillowAll I need to do is look at him and my heart just fills with joy. My baby, he hasnt come from my womb but tugs at my maternal heart in inexplicable ways. Ok, he is my Mama's (Maternal Uncle) kid but that doesnt mean I cant mother him and spoil him silly. Miracle baby, he is a unexpected gift to all of us.I have always loved babies. But have never had the chance to

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The true nature of expression is in silence. Words are but superficial décor, unnecessary at times like pink blush on a tender rose bloom. They have their utility but are often overrated.

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Restlessness is a curse and a gift. I suffer from it. I am so confident most of the time, but when it comes to my writing I falter. I just remembered a lovely note my friend Mark once sent me: Martha Graham’s Letter to Agnes de Mille. That letter did wonders to increase my belief in my work. I had forgotten about it. Today I feel the need to read it again. I have places to go to, miles to travel

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There were many journeys I took. Most were limited to the geography of the city I grew up in. But I consider them journeys never the less today. I have been so bound by the notion and desire to travel the world (I still do as I write this), but have a sense that whatever the journey maybe, however small the distance maybe, each moment is a journey. Each time I step out of my home, it is on a

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Do you let music make love to you ? Go away from your brain slowly by slowly and let the music course through each part of your body. Tease you, touch you, move you, make you laugh, make you cry, make you feel alive, make you dance, make you feel sexy, make you feel special and loved? I do!! Now it is difficult to define good music and I guess I consider what appeals to me as good music. But I

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My heart is a swingYou ride it freelySoaring to great heightsHigher than the treetops Above the people belowTouch the clouds, tickle them.You are beyond me tooMy heart is an ocean waveYou surf along my edgesTeasing, twirling, balancingMoving with me but alwaysAbove, me and my armsThat crash empty on the sand.You revel in your anticsMy heart is an ice cream stick You wrap your fingers around Warm

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The green hay prettily nods her head to get my attention. Like that girl fresh into puberty eager for men to look at her in awe. I am awed, my dear, by your freshness, by how tender you look, how alive and how happy you are by your birth and age. But I cannot help look at the men and women tending to your whims. You are the reason they are going to sleep with partially full stomachs tonight,

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(c) Anita Satyajit 2005It was culmination of desires accumulated carefully over years. The desire to move beyond what skill I have got slotted into and move into the platform where I get to do something that might add more meaning into people’s lives. Working on the script last week I wrote, “When food is a priority there is no time for opportunity.” The situation was befitting of the villages I

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The river of life, she is the mother of the trees, friend of the fieldsDaughter of the rains and mistress of manHer dress of many coloursShe wraps around; weaving her way homeThrough whatever her lover leaves for herAfter he has claimed his rightBlossoming in places, she finally laughs On the faces of the children Swimming in her bosomGlorious she nurses, her breasts full and flowingCajoled to

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I am so much in love. With his cute little hands and the way they are always curled and closed as though he is scared someone is going to read his hands and read his future, his eyes which show recognition when he suddenly smiles at me, at his cute little stomach that goes flat when he is hungry and is like a round balloon when he has just had his fill, his smile and his wails which express his

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growing up too fast sometimes keeps us still in the childhood.And its says all. I know its precisely what has happened to me where many emotions are concerned. I was in the midst of writing a long blog when J said this. I sometimes feel like cut pasting every single one of our conversations onto this blog. or maybe i should just start a new blog which is only about our conversations.

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it really wasnt. ( the title goes after a novella by Rushkin Bond, cant remember the story though).A long standing dream finally came true. I travelled by myself for the first time ever. Na, to word it better though I have travelled by myself many times, I had my first experience living alone in a new city. Went to Delhi for two days. There was a resource mobilization workshop which I wanted to

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Shirdi. It was a fantabulous journey. We went through proper rural Maharashtra, Maharashtra as it is (minus the frills and fancies of Bombay and Pune). Small huts, fields, streams and temples. If you thought that poverty existed only in cities, you need to think again. The fate of small and marginal farmers is as pathetic. Now policy changes have to be for such people, India lives in its villages

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Daulatabad Fort: Magnificent! It was the first time I was seeing such a well preserved fort. After seeing the ruined state of the other forts (Shivaji’s) I was pleasantly surprised to see such a well maintained fort in the same state. Did make me think about how the ASI could pay as much attention to Daulatabad fort made by a muslim king and not care much about Shivaji the local maratha warrior.

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I cherish the act of travelling. It just makes you move beyond yourself. Reach out into the minds of others, teach you that what you think of as your life and what you attach importance to is a small part of this seamless universe. End of last month, start of this month I went to Aurangabad. I decided it was time to do some of the exploring India that I have always wanted to do. Aurangabad would

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We play games sometimes With ourselves, our hearts With the person we love most Or the one we love least… We lose ourselves always With the one who owns us With the one who shows us Life is difficult without him… We believe in life With our love we strangle the mind With our hopes we silence the cries But sometimes its just time Time to move along Time to give ourselves a chance Time to

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I want to savour the unsavoury, love the unloved, cherish the ignored and caress the untouched. Sometimes I want to move beyond my mind and its self imposed boundaries and see what is truly human. I want to go embrace all that I shirk from, only to break my own ego and my own barriers. I am this person seated here and also every person in the world. But I choose what emotion to exhibit. I want to

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My job gives me the opportunity to learn about something that was absolutely foreign territory. How Government works, what it is, who are the people involved etc. I am ashamed to say that though I am 25, I have never voted till date. I have never felt or understood the need to vote, until now. We all have such a negative low opinion of government in India and the way it works. I agree that many

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Last weekend I was on my wits end. I had met my greatest challenge in a long time. My opponent was reckoned for his speed and agility. He was known to walk only on the path he made for himself. The setting for the encounter was my kitchen, and my opponent was Mr. lickin’ lips, the mighty lizard with the beady eyes. My fear for lizards is matched only by my husband’s fear for them. Only this

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somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look will easily unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose or if your

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I have a friend with whom I share very lovely discussions with. In fact that's something I have in common with 3-4 people including my husby dearest. We talk about a event or something and end up discussing pros, cons, sociological perspectives, evolution and just about everything. Coming back to my friend we were recently talking about friendships. She is a Buddhist and I am well, supposedly a

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Does there have to be a beginning? Every end is a start after all, and all that starts ends somewhere. I am talking in circles. Just like life is: mine, yours, & everyone’s. I was waiting for a day or two; opening the blog everyday and then staring at the page, waiting for magical lyrical words to miraculously appear. I wanted to fill the page with eloquent verses which would leave all swooning

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I know we are on the right path. When has the right path been easy? The moment an honest and pure decision gets difficult is the moment to be sure that you are heading in the right direction. I am not scared this time; I’m terrified! But I am very much at ease in my heart. I know that this path will lead us in the final direction that we want to go. For everything good there are some things that

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We learn words, to understand them before we may learn alphabets. A child does not know what he is saying, knows not what his words mean till he learns alphabets and joins them to form words. Mind functions in a similar manner. It goes throught thought processes incessantly and we do not sit and take the time to separate a thought from our mind. Its only when we start to see each thought

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Maybe I should do this more often. Its been so long since I sat down and jotted down all that runs through my mind. Maybe there is too much happening and I am unable to grasp them all. Unable to understand what all is going on in one single moment. I used metaphors and similies to decribe my thoughts. Now I feel the need to make it all simple. I Love writing on paper maybe cause i feel its

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It doesnt matter how much I think I know life, behind every corner lurks something new that surprises me. Then i know living is about continously innovating myself . Life is about changes and the way to harmony is changing with them.

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Life is a thought, Love is the words and my Saj is their meaning

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